Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

No one expected it, but Xia Yu, the last one to start the battle, took the lead in presenting his cooking work.

"Grilled fish?"

A strong fragrance mixed in the wind, drifting to all directions.

With her nose flapping, Gan Hyugako immediately wiped the water stains on the corners of her mouth, like a doll controlled by a puppet master, following a scent of fresh fragrance, she walked straight to the table.

Soon, the inside and outside of the dining table were all surrounded by people.

"Can you chopsticks down?"

Gan Hyugako stared firmly at the grilled crucian carp on the plate, swallowing continuously, and a similar swallowing sound resounded beside her.

"and many more--"

Dojima Gin and Ryoko Rina raised their hands to stop her at the same time.

"Please try the Chiyo Maiden!"

The crowd spontaneously gave way to a passage, and the ice-faced witch helped the old woman in.

"Keep away."

A dozen villagers also followed in and became a civic group that maintained order. The crowd retreated step by step, and finally surrounded the scene like a bonfire dinner. The thousand generations of witches broke away from the support of the young witches and opened a fan.

The fan is gold on one side and silver on the other. Gold represents the sun, while silver represents the moon, with yin and yang.

There is no sound of the orchestra, the picture is silent, only the old witch, holding the opened fan, dancing in the circle in silence.

Later, the young maiden also joined, and she handed Kagura bell to the old maiden and walked on the edge.

"There are more and more people."

It is not an illusion. In the crowd, Tian Suohui and Morita Maki clearly felt that more and more people were crowded behind, and their positions became the innermost layer.

The siren sounded.

The police from the nearby police station finally drove there, and the tourists who heard the news entered the scene in an orderly manner under the guidance of the police.

The lighting is finally not limited to the bonfire. The lights have hit the seats of the tourists. The igo staff arranged the seats for viewing. The rear is close to the slope of the road, like a stadium stand. It has been refurbished layer by layer and can accommodate many people.

When the Kagura dance was over, Tian Suohui and Morita Maki followed the Yuzuki graduates to the guest seats and looked around. Only then realized that in just half an hour, the lakeside has become a veritable festival site, with all people in sight, and the darkness is overwhelming. one slice.

There were a lot of English conversations among the noisy voices. The blonde Western tourists craned their necks one by one, curious about the so-called'Chidai Festival'.

An inconspicuous business car, quietly parked on the side of the highway.

"Miss Watanabe, here it is!"

The driver reminded.

In the back seat of the car, a young woman with short and medium hair slicked the door and got out of the car. Several entourages with their work certificates jogged behind.

Click, click.

Taking the SLR camera carried by the employee, Watanabe Yuki stood on the high ground, aimed at the three altars by the lake, adjusted the focus and took a few high-definition pictures, and then waved his opponent underneath the employee and said vigorously. Spread out, follow the work plan, conduct targeted interviews, and sort out the manuscript after returning tonight—"

After all, Watanabe Yuki walked alone and came to the guest table.

The orderly police stopped her, but Yuki Watanabe smiled and pointed to the work certificate on her chest, and the police let him go after a few glances.

As soon as he arrived at the guest table, Watanabe Yuki's eyes were bright.

There are a few young and young girls in high school uniforms who are very conspicuous in the guest seats.

Anyone who knows a little about the neon food world can tell from the school uniform which school they came from.Watanabe Yuki walked over and took out a black voice recorder in the lady's handbag that was accompanying him.

"Hello!"

The crisp and soft voice called Sumita Sorui.

"what?"

Tian Suohui retracted his gaze from the far end and blinked. At some point there was a professional woman standing next to the seat. She was wearing a white uniform skirt and slightly pinkish. Her beautiful eyes were slightly tilted upwards, giving a sense of leanness and determination. .

"Hello!" Tian Suohui whispered.

"I'm the editor of TasteWeek. May I take up a few minutes of your time?"

"Taste Weekly?"

Tian Suohui covered her mouth, apparently hearing the name of this weekly magazine, and stammered back: "Just, is that the food magazine that sells most neon?"

As a Yuanyue student, Tian Suohui certainly reads professional gourmet newspapers and magazines.

Among a bunch of professional magazines, Taste Weekly is the most professional and popular among chefs and gourmets. Of course, the weekly magazine, which has long occupied the top sales list, is not only professional in content, except for professionals, but also for the general public. Because the content is very interesting.

For example, in the past two years, Taste Weekly has opened a column of tourist sacred places, introducing in-depth food streets, food shops and food shows worth exploring in some places of interest.

The "Chiyo Festival" is famous in the Hakone area, and it is normal for the staff of Taste Weekly to do interviews.

Tian Suohui is not stupid, just not self-confident enough, and after a little change of thought, he can think clearly.

But it was too late for her to refuse. The female editor who claimed to be Watanabe Yuki had stretched out the recording pen and stared at her intently.

"You, you ask, my name is Tian Suohui." Tian Suohui was a little bit shy, but she was interviewed for the first time, and she was also the famous Taste Weekly magazine.

"Tian Suo, are you a first grade student in Yuanyue?"

"Correct……"

"But as far as I know, the residential study of Yuanyue freshmen has ended this morning. All year-round students should have returned to the Tokyo campus. Why are you here?" Watanabe Yuki asked straightforwardly.

"Yes, Chief Dojima asked us to stay!"

Tansuo Kee pointed weakly at Dojima Gin, who was busy not far away.

what.

Hearing that Dojima Gin was also there, Watanabe Yuki beamed his eyes, coughed and said sorry to Tian Suohui, and hurriedly ran to the burly man who was traveling between the altar and the dining table in Duanpan.

"Mr. Dojima, Mr. Dojima..."

Watanabe Yuki chased Dojima Gin.

"Miss Watanabe?"

After a slight pause, Dojima Gingang put the two plates of grilled fish dishes with his left and right hands on the dining table, glanced at the woman who stopped him, and was surprised, "You Taste Weekly, is your nose always so sensitive?"

"Actually, I arrived in Hakone two days ago." Watanabe Yuki smiled. "Thanks to the news at home, I only know the time of the major and quizzes for this seminar."

"Chairman——"

A faint shout came from the far end.

Dojima Gin, who was about to say a few words to the female editor, changed a little, and strode towards an altar.

"Are you alright?"

Across the fire zone, Dojima Gin shouted into the altar.

"I'm fine, there is no crucian carp, continue to carry some."

"it is good!"

Dojima Ginmeet with a trace of exclamation, staring at the isolation belt stacked on the edge of the altar.

The wood was almost burned, but what was left was not the wreckage, but continued to emit high-temperature red carbon.Dojima Gin knew that when he put up the dry wood, the fire dragon would roar and wake up again.

But, can the young chef who was also grilled on the fire survive?

Dojima Gin is a little bit regretful.

He knew Xia Yu's recipe at noon, but he didn't stop him, instead he became an accomplice in preparing fuel.

To some extent, there is a fire hidden in his heart.

The soul of fire that swallowed everything, this time should be able to break through the shackles of the limit of the human body.

Dojima Ginza thought.

"Perhaps, only hope for a miracle, I hope he can defeat himself..."